Love is a Many-Splendored Thing

Thinking back to another windy Autumn day...



Two years...Can it be so long ago?



I love days like this, my handsome guy, when we leave everything to the wind and cherish time together.


Our favorite little spot under a crooked tree in Irvine...


How many hours each month did we used to spend there?




People-watching, bird-watching, enjoying silence, so many conversations about our hopes and dreams for the life we looked forward to spending together.






New love, invigorating feelings, all nestled tenderly under your arm, with only the birds to witness.

Once on a high and windy hill,
In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still,
Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing,
Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing.